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The man sunk into the small couch in the dressing room, the buzz from fans cheering and waiting in anticipation for the main act charged the air with energy, he felt it course through his veins like little electric pulses.
His eyes were closed as he took in deep breaths, he could feel his heart rate rise with each passing second as his own excitement built when he was interrupted by a soft click of the door.
“Zed,” he smirked and let his head fall back onto the couch. “Don’t you have someone else to guard right now?” He spread his legs a bit farther apart, the leather of his pants squeaking. “As you can see,” he nudged his head to the side, showing the small room, “I’m very safe here.”
Zed paced around the small quarters, walking up to various objects and observing the placement of items before turning back and standing before the man on the couch.
“I don’t really see it that way, Shieda.”
Kayn rolled his eyes which were adorned in various dark eyeshadows and glitters, he looked down at Zed’s pants and slowly traveled up his torso until he reached his eyes. A smirk spread across his face, “And why the fuck would that be?”
Zed crossed his arms across his chest, Kayn felt a pull in the bottom of his stomach at the sight of Zed’s biceps stretching the soft fabric of his shirt. The dark ink that spilled across his fair skin in tantalizing and hypnotizing patterns was enough to set the younger off, licking his lips with peaked interest.
Zed chuckled, “Have you eaten today?”
Kayn threw his head back onto the cushion and groaned, “God Zed, what’re you, my mother ?”
Zed snapped his arm forward, curling a thick finger into the loop on Kayn’s neck, earning a whine from the man beneath him.
“It’s just that, you look like you’re starving .” Zed tugged the collar closer to him, Kayn snorted and let out a breathy laugh. He added another finger into the loop, making it tighter across his neck. Kayn bit his lip and gulped, Zed could feel the movement of his throat beneath his hand.
“Unless I was mistaken…” he removed his fingers, Kayn parted his lips and took in a deep breath as Zed carefully turned his hand and placed his palm across Kayn’s throat, wrapping his fingers around his neck. “I do believe it was you who messaged me earlier, begging to be fucked like a whore.”
Kayn smiled and leaned into his touch, “I mean, I wouldn’t say begging more like- agh! ”
Zed’s grip tightened on this throat as he squeezed his fingers and pushed down slightly, adding pressure. Kayn moaned and attempted to press his thighs together, Zed observed his attempts wedged a knee between his legs. The button of Kayn’s pants popped open from the friction, revealing the start of a trail of soft hair beneath the zipper. Zed used his other hand to pull back the pants and glance down.
“No underwear?” Zed snorted
Kayn licked his lips and closed his eyes and he squirmed in his seat. “As you can see Zed , these pants are very tight and–”
“Hmm, yes and who requested pants so tight…what were the words exactly, ‘so tight they’ll wonder if they’re painted on’?”
Kayn looked up at Zed, feigning innocence, “K’Sante?”
Smack.
Zed planted a firm smack across his face, forcing his head to the side, a melodic chuckle escaped Kayn’s lips as his smirk grew wider.
“ Me . It was me, Zed.” He cocked his head to the side a bit, “Is that what you wanted to hear, old man?”
Zed leaned forward releasing his grip from Kayn’s neck and placing both arms on either side of the cushion, letting their skin almost touch as he hovered over him, his lips next to Kayn’s ear. His hot breath made Kayn’s skin prickle.
“And was it not you that was sending me photos of yourself in that mirror over there with your hand in those pants begging for me to pound you into this couch?”
He threaded his fingers through Kayn’s hair, gripping it tight and directing his vision up to face him.
Kayn groaned into his touch, his legs rubbing against Zed’s knee, his hips moving a bit back and forth attempting to get any friction with him.
He parted his lips, “Wow, Zed. Are you sure you didn’t dream that- ugh! ”
Zed pulled his hair hard and tightened his grip. A haze of lust filled Kayn’s visage, rouge spreading across his face.
“ Fine , fine. Maybe I did say that, but so what?”
Zed released his grip and stood back up, reaching for his belt and unbuttoning his pants while Kayn observed with a hunger in his eyes. “I had a few ideas about what you requested.” He unzipped his pants and freed his half hard length from his briefs, noticing how Kayn chewed his bottom lip as he watched.
“I know how much you adore having an audience,” he turned to the side, pointed to Kayn and then to the floor in front of him.
Kayn raised an eyebrow, but obliged and kneeled down on the floor, his pants slipping down his hips further as he wiggled around revealing litters of bite marks and bruised skin. Zed’s cock twitched remembering how each and every one of those came to be before grunting at the feeling of being swallowed by Kayn.
He placed his hands on Kayn’s shoulders, “There’s no such thing as ‘working your way up’ for you, is there?” He moaned deeply as Kayn swirled his tongue around his length, the smooth ball of his tongue piercing rubbing against the sensitive skin. Zed reached for the base of his neck, gripping his hair once more and yanking down hard, forcing Kayn to break away and take a breath.
“You are quite the gluttonous slut, Shieda.” He looked down at the man beneath him, tears escaping the corners of his eyes from holding his breath for so long, his makeup beginning to run. Kayn hummed and continued to steal deep breaths of air.
“Forgive me Master , I forgot what a mouthful you are.”
“Don’t you have a show to perform soon? You don’t want to disappoint your fans with a sore throat.”
“Consider this my warm up.” He reached his hands towards Zed’s length, now fully aroused, he placed his lips back on the tip working his way up and down his length, a hand reached to cup between his legs while the other twisted around the base of his cock.
Zed let his head fall back at the stimulation as Kayn bobbed his head up and down, never losing rhythm or speed.
After giving Kayn sufficient time to properly show off, Zed pushed him back, Kayn looking annoyed at the loss of contact. The older chuckled and pushed his pants down to his ankles before sitting down onto the couch Kayn previously occupied. What most don’t get to see of the bodyguard were the trails of black ink that not only covered his arms, back, and torso, but how they wrapped his entire body. Guidelines of sorts that Kayn desperately wanted to trace with his tongue every chance he got.
Kayn remained on the floor, sitting back on his heels, he started to crawl forward when Zed halted him and patted his lap with his hands. Kayn gently rose from his position on the floor and started to climb onto the couch to straddle his hips when he gripped his hips tightly and spun him around, making him sit facing forward.
“Don’t want to see my pretty face today?” He teased, looking back at Zed as his pant’s slid down ever so slightly as he rubbed his bottom onto the arousal beneath him.
Zed ran his arms up Kayn’s body, feeling every curve and cut of his torso before pressing one palm to Kayn’s exposed chest with matching style of tattoo and gripping his sharp jaw and jerking his gaze forward to reveal the sight in the large mirror before the couch, meeting his eyes in the shiny glass.
He studied Kayn’s face; it was completely flushed, his eyes gleamed with carnal lust and an insatiable crave for his master’s touch. For once the performer’s lips were parted and no sound dare escape.
Zed almost wanted to laugh, he had never seen Kayn speechless. He continued to move, he moved a hand down to pull the leather down further, exposing more of Kayn’s skin and arousal that had fully grown at this point, small drops of liquid leaking from the tip.
“So eager, Shieda, hm?” Zed got Kayn’s pants down to his knees and returned his hands to his body, rubbing his rough, calloused palms over the soft exposed skin, his fingers tracing evidence from prior meetings. Breathy whines fell from his tongue as Kayn gripped Zed’s thighs tightly with his hands, his nails digging into the skin.
“How badly have you wanted this?” Zed whispered to him as he licked and nipped up and down his back, earning a shiver and a deep groan from Kayn.
Zed continued moving a hand to Kayn’s entrance, rubbing in circle patterns around and watching his reaction in the mirror before them.
“Did you prepare well for me?”
Kayn let his head fall forward, briefly hiding his face as the wild loose hair fell like a curtain. Zed placed a finger at his entrance, and smirked as he felt a familiar warm, slick substance.
He could feel the younger begin to chuckle before throwing his head back and laughing, loudly . He could hear someone walking by pause by the entrance to the room.
Zed wrapped a hand around Kayn’s mouth as he continued to press his finger inside of him.
“Kayn? Are you in there?” a familiar tenor asked from behind the door. He knocked a couple of times before giving up, “You have fifteen minutes. I’m gonna kick your ass if you’re late.” The footsteps disappeared and Zed removed his hand from his mouth, Kayn groaned and gasped for air.
“You heard him Zed, only fifteen minutes. Whatever will we do?”
Zed continued pumping his finger in and out of his entrance, unsurprised at how well Kayn had prepared himself.
“You dirty fucking slut, how long were you in here fingering yourself waiting for me to come in and fuck you?”
He removed his fingers and positioned Kayn’s hips over his arousal, the tip of his cock touching his stretched hole.
Kayn bit his bottom lip and smiled as he let himself sink down onto Zed’s length.
Zed gripped his hair, “Don’t close your eyes, look .” Kayn let his eyes flutter open as he watched himself sink all the way down his master’s length. He started to move up and down, riding on top of Zed, fucking himself just as he liked.
“Was it when you were sending me those filthy fucking picutres?” Kayn moaned into Zed’s touch, hearing his deep voice speaking to him like that always made him painfully aroused.
Zed halted his movements, gripping Kayn’s hips tightly and scooting down the couch again to gain some leverage, he held Kayn still as he started to fuck up into him, a chorus of whiny moans ripping through Kayn’s throat.
“M-master…p-please…”
“Keep looking, Shieda, since you seem to be such a fan of the mirror these days.”
Kayn almost fell back as Zed hooked his legs beneath Kayn’s and forced them to spread farther apart, allowing him deeper access. Kayn clung to the couch for stability as Zed wrapped him arms around his waist and started fucking him at an unruly pace. He knew the both of them wouldn’t last much longer in this position.
“Fuck…Zed, please, please …”
“Please, what?”
A mix of whines and moans escaped Kayn’s body as he reached forward and gripped his length, stroking quickly to match Zed’s pace. “Please, please, I want to cum. Let me cum, please, please, please.”
The words came out breathy and sporadic, he could barely hold on any longer when Zed finally bit down into his shoulder and commanded him to release. Zed’s own climax finally reached as he spilled himself inside of the performer.
They were only afforded a moment of reprieve before a loud bang on the door jolted them back to reality.
“Yo! Kayn! Come on man, what’re y’all doing in there?” a man shouted from behind the door.
“Sett…” Kayn could hear the familiar ‘what the fuck’ tone in Aphelios’ voice and he wanted to laugh.
“I was warming up!” Kayn shouted back. “Seriously, come on you guys I’m a professional.” He looked over to Zed and winked, pulling his pants up quickly and hurried out the door, careful not to let the others notice the other man in the room.
“Really, Kayn? Why are you so sweaty then?”
“Bite me, big guy, it's nothing that you and your little mooncake won’t be doing later.”
Sett blushed and instinctively reached over for Aphelios, holding his arms back as he started to reach for Kayn.
He rolled his eyes and continued walking as he brushed his hair back and wiped his smudged eye makeup, “Everyone knows, Phel. Everyone. Relax.”
They reached backstage and Kayn took a swig of water before letting out a deep sigh and a satisfied smirk.
“Now, can anyone tell me where my bodyguard is?”